Boundary Setting for this Busy Bee

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I tend to be one of those women who do too much. Since I retired from my 30 year career, I find myself exploring new activities that keep me busy. Too busy. Why do I do that? Maybe I just have so many different interests. Someone told me I’m a Renaissance Woman. I like the sound of that, but I want to make time for the things that are most important to me and I can’t do everything.

I went to a couple of political meetings and a local tree alliance. Both worthy causes, but what about my art which I have been neglecting? Okay, so I published my book and now I need to market it, but my painting muse is jealous!

butterfly mermaid in progress

She’s been waiting in the wings, saying Hey! What about me?

I’m going to work on this by Saturday!

Almost two weeks ago, I started volunteering at a nearby elementary school helping first graders with reading and enjoyed that, but three days later I came down with a head cold that is still with me, teaching me humility after saying, “I never get sick.” It didn’t help that I wasn’t getting enough sleep, staying up late on the computer…

One good thing I did a few months ago was to get back into yoga classes. It was in yoga class that I learned the chant: From now on, I send you only love.  I said it to myself in the mirror. It felt good, especially after I stuck out my tongue and laughed with myself.  I want to keep doing yoga once a week. Plus, I’m getting back into walking and will keep swimming when the waves aren’t too rough.

But I have to be more careful about taking on new things. So, I’m going to say this again: I’m not going to take on anything new.  No new projects until the following have happened:

1.  I’ve satisfied my painting muse (and finished my butterfly mermaid)

2. September is passed.

I’m helping a friend organize an event that takes place in September which is also the month I plan to visit my son and son and granddaughter. in the mountains. I’m so excited and have to stay well for that trip which means I need to get off the computer by midnight.

If anyone asks me to do anything new, my answer will be,

“Let me think about it and get back to you.”

Even if I really want to do it, I’m going to wait before I respond, to give myself time to evaluate.

With writing, I sit a lot which has caused some problems for me. So I don’t want to add any activities that are mostly sitting. If I take on anything new, after September, it has to be something healthy, fun, and physically active that gets me off my butt!

Like this:

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Photo from Pixabay

 

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It’s Never Too Late

“It’s never too late to become what you might have been.”  George Eliot

Delivering the Baby

Angels on Scrap Wood, by JoAnne Silvia 10/23/14

If my husband had not needed our laptop, I might not have painted Thursday, though I would have painted eventually.

For years, I’ve been saying I want to get back to art.  I’m supposed to be painting angels, says the voice in my head over and over.

I was good at art in high school, but it seemed like an impractical career, so I aimed for biology to save the planet. But the math scared me, and I ended up with  a degree in psychology to help a few people (and myself) while working as a counselor for almost 30 years.

After my first marriage ended, I painted therapeutically for a year or so, but not much since then, because of the excuses:

“I don’t have time.”  “I don’t have the space.”  And in a smaller voice: “what if forgot how to paint?

A couple weeks ago, I took my basket of old acrylic paints to the kitchen counter. Surprisingly, most of the paint was still in a liquid state. I wiped off a couple pieces of scrap wood I’d been saving, put them next to the basket of paints, and just left them there on the counter, off to the side. It was my way of taking a baby step, getting ready.

Some days later, October 23rd to be exact, I’d took off an extra day to write, but my husband needed the laptop, so that morning, I went to the library to do research on literary agents. Looking up things in a book and taking notes reminded me of the old days. I actually had fun. Must be a nerd at heart.

That afternoon, I found a paint brush in my kitchen, picked up the scrap wood, and before I knew it, I was in the zone.

Blue moon scape

Time lost all meaning, and my muse came back, almost as if she had never left me, like a long lost friend.

But more than that,  it felt like coming home to myself after being gone a long time.

It almost made me cry.

I have always loved art. I think I was born with this gift from God.

I am ready to reclaim this gift and to share it again.

Is there a gift you are not using? A love that pulls you?

“Let yourself be drawn by the strange pull of what you really love.

It will not lead you astray.”   

Rumi